Of course, by the time I got to the store, got the shirt, the paint, the transparency blanks for laser-printing the stencil, figured out how to cut it without slicing off my finger or ruining the design, got more blue masking tape, etc. etc., the brutal military dictatorship in Burma had already squelched the protests, mowed down monks and civilians and journalists in the street, locked down the monasteries, transforming them into prison-and-torture camps, and sealed off the country from the expectant eyes of the outside world.

So yeah, my name is Greg! I like to throw my kid onto a bandwagon for a kneejerk, commitment-and- consequence-free [for us, anyway], political cause! At least it looks cool. And now you know why the contest was extended.